So you’re a reader,” My mom sighs, as if somehow this elevates Isabel to yet another realm of perfection.

No–one believes they’re a hero. But that doesn’t mean they’re not heroic - Captain Spectre.

There are storm clouds before the storm, there are the living before the dead. I need a figurehead, a banner bearer who will announce my arrival to the world.

I turn back to the Archers, who don’t look like the same species as us. Do they even sweat, these people?